Elena stretched out on the couch, her feet in Damon's lap. Yes…she'd broken him out of the basement. But Klaus had helped her, compelling Damon not to leave the Salvatore Boarding House…therefore, not getting anywhere near Jeremy. Elena had nursed him back to health, feeding him blood bags but they were taking it easy anyway, lounging on the couch, watching television on Elena's laptop…since the Salvatore house did not have a television. "I don't get the point of his show. Why doesn't he just tell him who the mother is?" he asked. "Because then there would be no show. Or they'd have to rename it, anyway." she laughed. "I'm pretty sure I'm the blonde guy." Damon said. Elena laughed. "Barney? Yeah…he's a manwhore…sounds about right." Elena teased him. Damon gasped and grabbed her, flipping them and pinning her to couch. Elena giggled, squirming as he tickled her. "Former manwhore. Now proudly whipped by his warrior princess." he teased her, leaning in for a kiss.
They kissed until Elena's phone started buzzing. "Ignore it." he pleaded, leaning in to kiss her again. "I can't. Something could be wrong. And you're healing. Which means we both have to keep our hormones….or vampire sex…whatever thing in check." she said, sitting up an reaching for her phone. Damon sighed and pouted, moving back to his spot on the couch. "It's a text from Stefan." Elena said, wrinkling her nose. There was an attachment, but she scrolled down to the words. "Thought you might enjoy this.-Rebekah." she read aloud, quirking an eyebrow. "She's got Stefan's phone. It can't be good, Elena. Don't open it." Damon advised. "What if she's hurt him, Damon. I have to see what it is. I told him not to trust her." she growled, opening it and pushing play.
A few seconds in, it became obvious what it was. Moans drifted from Elena's phone as the image came into focus. It was Stefan…and Rebekah. "Is that my brother?!" Damon asked, pushing Elena's phone out of her hand and onto the floor. "Your brother…and Rebekah." Elena corrected, numbly. "Are you okay?" Damon asked. The loud moans were still pouring from Elena's phone. Damon moved and grabbed it, stopping the video and deleting the text. "Elena?" he asked again. "I…I'm fine. Of course. I'm fine." she shrugged, not noticing that tears had began to stream down her cheek without permission. "Elena…you don't have to pretend for was a stupid,hurtful, bitchy thing for her to do. You can be hurt." he whispered. Elena shook her head, sniffling. Damon sighed and reached over, pulling her into his arms. "C'mere." he said. "I-I'm fine, Damon. I want to be with you. I don't want you to think—" she hiccuped in the midst of tears. "I think that the guy you were in love with for years just slept with the girl who's tried to kill you several times and she just rubbed it in your face…and I think you have every right to be upset." he whispered in her ear. Elena nodded and held onto his shirt, sobbing softly as he rubbed her back.